AkuRoku WIP / Drabbles
This'll be a lot heavier on the WIP's, since I'm often too lazy to finish my stories. (Actually, they're probably more indefinitely-incomplete than WIP, but on occasion I do finish them if I like them, or someone asks.)
It's also be a lot of shit. Bear with me. I write a LOT of AkuRoku.
Title: Daggers
Pairing: AkuRoku and Larxene/Olette. Yeah, really.
Summary: Drabble. "My girlfriend could kick your boyfriend's ass."
Notes: This is complete and utter crack masquerading as a valid drabble.
Olette beamed. “Don’t worry about it, Roxy, Axel doesn’t dare piss you off too badly. I don’t know if he’s ever lived without sex for more than a week and I doubt he wants to try.”
Roxas gave a her a furious glare and Olette squeaked and ran behind her girlfriend. “Larxene, don’t let Roxas kill me,” she whimpered.
Larxene just raised an eyebrow, but somehow implied the threat of sharp daggers imbedded in his flesh. Roxas backed off.
“You’re going soft, Larxene,” Axel taunted from the doorway. Larxene laughed a little and turned.
“Oh, really?” She said. There was a few seconds of staring before a pocket knife flew across the room, about an inch from Axel’s head, and imbedded itself, quivering, in the wall. “Still think I’m going soft?”
“Sure I do. You missed.” Axel ducked as another sharp knife went flying, just barely avoiding being stabbed in the eye.
Across the room, Olette leaned against the wall next to Roxas and they watched the show. “My girlfriend can kick your boyfriend’s ass,” she whispered.
Roxas said nothing, in part because she was probably right.
Title: Apologies
Pairing: AkuRoku-ish.
Summary: My heart... just wouldn't be in it, you know? Haven't got one. Post-KH 2
Notes: --
Sora sat on the dock, staring out into the waves as the rippled in, lapping the shore before they
retreated again. Over, and over, a steady heartbeat of the island, the steady sound that - along
with the scent of sea air and the distant cry of gulls - meant home.
(Except it didn’t; in the back of his mind, a voice that was his own and was not said that salty-sweet ice cream and sunsets and eyes of the deepest green meant home. And maybe it was right, in a way.)
He sensed Kairi’s presence before he saw her, but he didn’t say anything until she lay a hand on
his shoulder. They stood like that for a second, silent, listening.
“What’re you thinking about?” Kairi asked - softly, trying not to disturb the peace.
Sora was silent for a second. “Axel,” he said, without thinking about it too much, and even as he
said it, it was true. He had gotten used to it; had learned that nearly all of 'Roxas’s’ thoughts
revolved around either Axel, Hayner, Pence, or Olette. Usually Axel. (It was odd; it was not so
much having a voice in his mind as having his own mind turn to thoughts, memories, that were
not fully his own. He didn’t know how to describe it.)
Kairi sat down next to him, letting her legs dangle over the edge of the dock. “Why?” She asked,
with only a trace of bitterness.
She didn’t know, he realized. He had recounted most of what had happened over his journeys to
Riku, including Axel’s death (a piece of his heart twisted), but Kairi had just shook her said and
said she was just glad he was back.
He owed her an apology, though. Or at least an explanation.
Tell Kairi... I’m sorry.
Tell her yourself!
Naw. My heart... just wouldn’t be in it, you know? Haven’t got one.
“Sora?” Kairi said. “Why were you thinking about Axel?”
“He said he was sorry, you know,” Sora said suddenly. “About... kidnaping you.”
Kairi blinked. “Oh,” she said softly. She paused. “Why’d he do it?” She asked. “I mean...” she
trailed off for a minute, then said, “He said that he was missing someone that he cared about...
just like me. Who?”
“Roxas.” Sora said. He didn’t even think about it; Axel’d said himself that Roxas was the only one he cared about.
“What?” Kairi said, sounding startled. “Roxas... Roxas was your nobody, right? Like Naminé
was mine. What did he have to do with Axel?”
“They were best friends,” Sora said. A million memories came to him with these words, memories of light fighting alongside flame and hollow emptiness touched by one small light - pierced by green eyes, memories of a friendship that logic said was impossible. “They... I... Roxas... left,” Sora said, still unsure what had happened. Riku knew, but he would not say, and Sora was not sure he wanted to know. “Axel was trying to get him back by turning me into a heartless again, but he
knew he couldn’t actually defeat me-“ a cocky smirk touched Sora’s face at that - “So he went
through you.”
“Oh,” Kairi said. Another long silence went by, and Kairi closed her eyes, assaulted by her own
memories (but not truly her own, really); memories of captivity, of fear that was not truly fear
because it couldn’t be, and of the one who tore it all down - both her captor and her savior.
“What... happened to him?”
“He... faded,” Sora said, unsure if “died’ was the right word.
The meaning is the same. He’s gone.
“When? Where?” Kairi gasped, and then saw the pained look on Sora’s face. “Sorry,” she
whispered. “But...”
“He... destroyed himself,” Sora said, and realized the irony even as he did. Nothing, no one,
could destroy the flames until they burned themselves out. “Trying to protect Roxas.”
Damn it, Axel.
You didn’t have to protect me.
Didn’t a year of kicking your ass teach you anything? I can take care of myself.
“Sora?” Kairi asked softly. “Are you alright?”
Sora wiped at his eyes, brushing away tears that were not really his. “Yeah. I’m... fine.”
Kairi smiled a little, and for just a moment - maybe a trick of the light off of the ocean - her hair looked more blonde than red. She stared out into the ocean. “Roxas,” she said softly. “Tell Axel that... I’m sorry for the way things turned out.” He didn’t ask how he was going to tell Axel. They both knew. In the next life... sometime. Because they’d promised.
“And tell him thank you,” she whispered, one voice and one heart but two souls behind the words. “For... everything.”
“I’ll tell him,” Roxas said. “For both of us.”
Kairi looked over suddenly, but only caught a flash of blond hair before it was just Sora again, the shadows in his blue eyes the only evidence of Roxas.
They sat there for a long time, listening to the whisper of the waves syncopate with the beat of their hearts.
Title: Hey Juliet
Pairing: AkuRoku
Summary: Roxas hated it when Axel was right. He really did.
Notes: This is incomplete and stupid, but I like the dialogue =P
Roxas thumbed through his textbook, looking for the answers to his worksheet without any real enthusiasm. His stomach was tying itself in knots, and he was finding it hard to care about anything to do with school.
His parents would kill him if they knew about his... friendship?.... with Axel. It was well known that he was part of the ‘gang’ that called themselves The Organization, and he’d been told many times over not to associate with ‘troublemakers’ like them.
He should probably care more that Axel was in a gang than he did. He was almost disturbed by how apathetic he was about the whole thing. (Or maybe he was disturbed by the fact that he wanted to know the redhead so desperately he would overlook almost anything short of murder.)
He groaned and turned up his music in an attempt to drown out his thoughts.
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Axel was getting annoyed. He knew Roxas was home - sheltered little nerd that he was, of course he wouldn’t realize all the potential of a Saturday night, plus his bedroom light was on - but ten minutes of throwing progressively larger rocks at his window was yielding nothing.
He wished he had gotten Roxas’s phone number, but, barring that, he would need something a little more attention-getting.
His eyes landed on a stick, and an idea formed in his mind.
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Roxas was distracted from his long-abandoned homework by a bright flash of light at his window, accompanied by a thump that was barely audible over his blasting music.
What the hell? Is someone throwing stuff at my house? Worried, and prepared to call the police, he opened his curtains.
Axel was standing in the middle of his lawn, trademark smirk in place and a lighter in his hand. Roxas blinked, and opened his window. “The hell are you doing here?”
“Come to fetch you, fair maiden,” Axel said, with more than a trace of sarcasm. “I figured you wouldn’t have anything better to on a Saturday night than come to a party over at Larxene’s.”
Roxas raised an eyebrow. “And if I did have plans?”
Axel mirror his expression right back at him. “You’d already be doing them. But it’s only 11:30, Roxy, the night is still young.”
Roxas opened his mouth to object to the nickname, and then promptly gave up. “Fine. But my parents are never going to let me go out. They’re already asleep.”
Axel snorted. “Makes sneaking out that much easier.”
Roxas’s eyes got very wide at this. “No. No way.”
“What, never snuck out before, Roxy? Did you even have a life before me?”
“I had a life. It was one that involved not breaking the law. Have you ever heard of something called curfew?”
“No.” There was a moment’s silence after this, as Roxas formulated another argument.
“My parents would kill me.”
“What they don’t know won’t hurt them. Come on, Roxas. From the way you’re talking, it’s like you don’t want to spend time with me.”
Roxas opened his mouth, and closed it. “I have to go right past their room to get out the front door.”
“Who said anything about the door?” Axel asked, opening his arms in an obvious invitation to jump.
“No fucking way I’m jumping into your arms, Axel.”
“Aw, why not? I’ll catch you.” Axel looked genuinely disappointed.
“One, it’s cliche, which means something is bound to go wrong. Two, I don’t trust you in the least.”
“That hurts, Roxy. Truly. But fine. Waltz down the hallway and get busted by your mom halfway out the door. Let’s see what she thinks of the Organization member out front waiting for you, hm?”
Roxas’s eyes narrowed. “I hate you. Maybe I just won’t go with you, ever thought of that?”
“You can’t resist me, Roxy.” He opened his arms again. “Come on. Jump.”
Roxas hated it when Axel was right. He really did.
Title: Frustration
Pairing: AkuRoku
Summary: Axel chose an inconvenient time to grow a conscience.
Notes: This was supposed to be longer. A lot longer. I might write the rest someday.
Axel was about five seconds from pounding his head on the nearest wall.
‘Think about something other than Roxas. Think about anything other than Roxas. Roxas's face, the way he looked when he was close enough to kiss Axel and there was something like awe in his eyes - something other than Roxas, right.'
Demyx walked in the front door and halted at the sight of his roommate leaning against their couch, a hand clapped over his face. He spent a couple seconds evaluating the situation, and then said simply, “You’re either hung over or frustrated. Water and some advil might do something about the first, Roxas might do something about the second.”
Axel could just hear the smirk in Demyx’s voice at the last sentence. He entertained a brief, pleasant fantasy of torching his roommate with a flamethrower. “Fuck off,” he growled.
“And as it’s four in the afternoon, and you don’t seem to be in pain at the sound of my voice, I’m guessing the second,” He concluded.
‘Oh, your voice hurts, alright.’ “Demyx.” Axel snapped. “Shut. The hell. Up.”
“Geez, fine, you’re not touchy at all.” Demyx paused for a moment. “Don’t tell me you haven’t done anything with him yet? You’ve wanted this guy for months. Hasn’t he take the hint yet?”
“What do you think?” Axel snapped. “He’s sixteen, for God’s sake. I could get arrested for making a move on him. I probably would, too, because his brother wouldn’t hesitate to call the police on me.”
“You’ve never cared if something was illegal or not before,” Demyx pointed out.
“We all have to grow up sometime.” Axel finally removed his hand from his eyes and looked up at Demyx. “Leave me alone.”
Title: Games
Pairing: AkuRoku
Summary: Axel and Roxas play video games.
Notes: I write a lot of stuff that is almost all dialogue. I'm very bad at plots. (Kind of a prequel to previous drabble... I think.)
Axel lounged on the couch, watching Roxas playing a game on the Playstation. “I feel like a babysitter.”
“Shut up, Axel,” Roxas said distractedly, most of his mind on the pixels flashing around onscreen. Axel rolled his eyes and said nothing, continuing to watch Roxas more than the game itself. “You’re staring at me,” Roxas observed.
Axel shrugged as best as he could while laying down. ‘You’re gorgeous.’ “Your hair looks like a highlighted porcupine,” he said dryly and completely without his brain’s consent. “It’s fascinating.” ‘That’s not exactly what I was going to say, but it’s probably better that way.’
“And your hair looks like a lethal weapon. Why won’t this thing fucking die?” Roxas snapped, presumably at whatever he was fighting in the game. Axel still wasn’t paying much attention.
Depressing music began to play and the screen faded to black, the words “GAME OVER” flashing up on the screen. “Argh!” Roxas yelled, throwing the controller at the floor.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Axel exclaimed. “Watch the controllers!”
“Sorry,” Roxas grumbled, sinking into a sulk. Axel almost immediately felt guilty, though he wasn’t sure why.
‘The kid just threw my controller at the ground and I feel guilty? Alright, this little crush is getting way out of hand.’
“Just don’t take your frustration out on the controllers. It’s not their fault you’re so terrible,” he taunted. His mouth was having a great deal of fun running away without consent from his mind.
Roxas immediately stopped sulking and instead looked offended. Axel couldn’t help feeling relieved. “You are going down for that,” Roxas said, picking up the controller from where he had thrown it.
Axel snorted. “Like you could take me.”
“Oh, on here I could,” Roxas said slyly. “Catch.” Axel caught the remote that came flying at him with a smirk.
“Bring it on, shorty.”
Title: Home
Pairing: AkuRoku
Summary: Axel comes back from a trip. Mindless fluff ensues.
Notes: This is actually pretty much stand-alone. I wonder why I never posted this before...?
Roxas was still asleep, backlit by the dim light that came in the window.
Axel leaned against the door frame, his eyes on the sleeping boy in his bed. "Well, this is a nice way to come home," he said dryly. Roxas didn't even stir.
Axel sighted and walked over to his bed, deciding to forego getting out of his day clothes in favor of curling up next to his boyfriend and getting a few hours of sleep. He sat down in the side of his bed, which shifted under his weight. "Roxas," Axel said. He pushed at the blond's shoulder. "Roxas, move over.”
Roxas opened his eyes blearily. A small smile lit his face. "You're home," he whispered, his voice heavy with sleep.
Axel smiled despite himself. "Yeah, I'm back. And I want to sleep in my own bed, so move over."
Roxas obliged, wrapping an arm around Axel as he lay down. "I missed you," Roxas whispered affectionately in Axel's ear.
"You, too," Axel said, already half asleep as he rolled over to curl himself around Roxas. He hated to admit it, but he felt more at peace here, in Roxas's arms, than he had anywhere else for the past two months.
Within moments, both were fast asleep.
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Axel woke, too soon, to bright rays of sunlight streaming in the window and directly into his eyes. The rock-hard bed of the hotel had become softer overnight, and the bipolar heating system had finally seemed to stabilize into something that was not freezing or boiling. Beneath that, though, he had the irritating feeling one gets when they've forgotten a pleasant dream as soon as they wake.
And then he remembered that his hotel room faced south, not east, and that the bed he was laying on was so soft because it was his bed, his beloved water bed which he'd missed almost as much as his Roxas over the past two months.
He looked around to find a silent, messy room with evidences of Roxas's presence laying everywhere: Roxas's clothes draped over furniture, Roxas's hair gel on the dresser, right next to Roxas's cell phone. Somehow, the feeling that this was as much Roxas's home as his soothed him, and he felt the doubt that had grown without him noticing dissipate. Being away for so long was hard, especially when he was still waiting for Roxas to grow a brain and figure out that there were so many better people he could be with, people who wouldn't irritate him or hurt him like Axel did.
But, if nothing else, Axel knew Roxas would never, ever abandon his hair gel.
He was soaking in the feeling of being home when the door to the apartment closed with a familiar bang, and he turned to face the doorway to his room. A couple seconds later, Roxas appeared there holding two cups of coffee from the shop down at the corner.
"Good morning," Roxas said with a trace of humor. He walked over and set one of the cups of coffee on the bedside table.
Axel sat up and regarded the coffee, then Roxas, with mild awe. "You got me coffee?"
Roxas rolled his eyes. "Don't expect it to become a habit."
Axel returned with a wry smirk. "Of course not."
Roxas sat down on the side of the bed, which stirred under his weight, as Axel took a sip of the coffee (slightly cooler from the walk back to the apartment but otherwise none the worse for wear). As Axel lowered the styrofoam cup, he caught the expression on Roxas's face; forlorn, sad, a little lonely. It hurt to see Roxas look like that, and he wasn’t even sure what was making the blond so upset.
He opened his mouth to ask, but couldn't find any words. He watched Roxas stare at the floor for a second, and then set the coffee aside and put a hand on Roxas's shoulder, feeling a little awkward - he was no good at the "comfort" thing.
Roxas turned towards him, forcing his features into a fake smile, and Axel gave up trying to use words. He leaned over and kissed Roxas, for the first time in months (years, it seemed like), and he could taste the crappy organic coffee that Roxas loved so much, and his stubble scraped against Roxas's chin, and he knew he needed to brush his teeth, and it was completely and utterly perfect.
Roxas pulled away first and took a long, slow breath. "I really, really missed you," he murmured.
"Shut up," Axel murmured, and pulled him back to kiss him again.
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Axel appreciated the thought, but the coffee went cold.
Title: Paper
Pairing: AkuRoku
Summary: Roxas has a paper due. Axel really doesn't care.
Notes: More dialogue-centric stuff. I really need to work on writing plots.
Roxas leaned back, staring at the plastered white ceiling of his apartment. He drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair and sighed, glancing down at the blank computer screen before sighing again and moving his eyes back to the ceiling.
“If this paper is giving you so much trouble, why don’t you just do it later?” Axel asked hopefully. Roxas had been preoccupied by this stupid term paper for the better part of three hours, and Axel was starting to wonder why he was still here - though at this point, the options were either stay, stare longingly at Roxas, and be bored, or go home, miss Roxas, and still be bored.
Besides, the first option had the - albeit slim - possibility of Roxas giving up and actually paying attention to his boyfriend.
“It’s due in a week,” Roxas pointed out. “And I’ve hardly started.”
“Most people do these things the night before,” Axel countered. “And you have three pages written already.”
“Three pages of nothing, though. What the hell can you say about the evolution of democracy in ancient Greece?” Roxas groaned and leaned so far back in his chair Axel was sure that he was going to fall backwards. “God, my brain is going to explode.”
Axel sighed and got up from his spot lounging on the couch, stepping up behind Roxas and putting his hands on his shoulders. Ice-blue eyes looked up at him in question, and Axel, unable to resist, leaned down and pressed a brief kiss to his lips. “So take a break,” he whispered, his breath fanning out across Roxas’s face. “The paper isn’t going anywhere.”
“Mmmm,” Roxas hummed vaguely, his mind shifting between intense awareness of the warm hand tracing patterns on his waist and the feeling of Axel’s lips brushing his and a little voice that was screaming about how Axel was distracting him again.
The voice got stronger until, finally, Roxas reached down and grasped Axel’s hand, pulling it away from where it had been about to worm up his shirt. “Axel,” he warned.
“Roxas,” Axel said, dragging out the ‘a’ in what, coming from anyone else, might have been a whine. “I’ve been good, I haven’t touched you all day....”
“So be good for a little longer?” Roxas pleaded. “I need to get this paper done.” He said in a way that meant he had dug his heels in on this issue. Axel sighed and pulled away, missing the way the Roxas drooped a little when they were no longer touching. He glanced at the clock above the TV, which read ‘11:30 PM’ in bright neon green. At this rate, not only was he not going to get any sleep tonight, he wasn’t even going to get any sex out of the deal.
Giving up (for the moment), Axel went back to the couch and splayed himself out on it, picking up a random book from the coffee table and opening it just for something to do. At first he spent more time glancing at Roxas than actually reading, but the book was interesting enough to catch his attention. Interesting enough, in fact, that he didn’t even notice Roxas had moved until the book was pulled from his hands and a pair of lips were pressed to his.
“Already... done with your paper?” Axel mumbled, the surprise of the kiss and the sudden (and welcome) change of mood throwing him for a loop.
“Fuck the paper,” Roxas growled, settling himself on the couch so that he was straddling Axel. “I can’t concentrate now anyways.”
“Hmm,” Axel hummed, reaching up and tangling his hands in Roxas’s hair. “Good to know that I’m an effective distraction.” He pulled his boyfriend down for a searing kiss, and conversation effectively ended.
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Axel missed class the next day. Roxas ended up doing most of his paper the night before.
Neither of them minded.
Title: Phone Call
Pairing: One-sided AkuRoku
Summary: Axel drunk-dials Roxas.
Notes: I don't remember writing this. It might be in the same universe as "Frustration," but I can't be sure.
today. What possesed you to get piss-ass drunk now?" "You did."">Roxas blinked at the phone in his hand, wondering if there was some way he was hearing the wrong phone call; one from an insane asylum, maybe. But no; that was definitely Axel’s voice. He brought the phone back to his ear. “Axel, what the fuck?”
“You’re back!” Axel slurred. Roxas could nearly smell the alcohol. “You were quiet for so long, Roxy, I thought you’d diiieeed...”
“Don’t call me Roxy,” Roxas snapped. He brought a hand to his face. “Seriously, Axel. You have a final tomorrow - today. What possessed you to go get piss-ass drunk now?”
“You did,” Axel said, and he sounded a little more sober - or maybe just depressed. “You and your... stupid...”
“Me? Axel, what are you talking about?”
“You and your... straightness. It’s driving me insane.”
Roxas was about to hang up. “I- what? Axel, you know I’m straight. Is this some stupid attempt to get me to hook up with someone?”
Axel’s dry, slightly drunken chuckle came from the other end of the line. “Not unless that someone is me, Roxy,” he murmured.
“Don’t call me- wait, what?” Roxas’s eyes widened as he registered what Axel had said.
A long silence stretched over the line, and if it weren’t for the distant voices of what Roxas assumed was a bar he might have thought Axel had hung up. “Shit,” Axel said finally, and this time a click announced the tone of an empty line.
Roxas sat that way for a very long time, the pieces clicking into place one by one.
Not unless that someone is me, Roxy.
“I am an idiot,” Roxas said to the wall.
He could’ve sworn the white plaster agreed with him. It wouldn’t have been the most insane thing to happen that night.
Title: Photograph
Pairing: AkuRoku
Summary: Axel is determined to wait for the perfect shot.
Notes: WHY IS THIS SO SAPPY AND BAD.
Roxas squirmed on the couch, nervous under Axel’s unfaltering attention. He cast a glance at the tripod across the room that obscured half of the redhead.
“What should I do?” He finally exclaimed, tired of the tense silence.
Axel sighed in frustration and leaned against the wall behind him. “Nothing. You don’t have to do anything. Just sit.” I can’t imagine how you couldn’t be beautiful, he thought, but he bit his tongue.
Roxas rolled his eyes and leaned back in the love seat, extremely conscious of the camera pointed at him. He drew his knees up onto the couch and rested his chin on them, but he was tense.
“Relax,” Axel griped. This was why he didn’t often photograph people; the never looked genuine. Nature didn’t care if you stared at it for an hour, waiting for the perfect shot. People did.
But he waited anyways. He watched as Roxas slowly forgot that he was being watched and just looked out the window. It took nearly ten minutes before he let his guard down almost completely, and Axel had to pause, just for a moment, to marvel at how young Roxas looked when he wasn’t trying to be the angry teenager everyone assumed he was.
He waited a minute more, until the sun cast the light into the room in just the right way, so that it danced in his hair and cast the shadows just so and highlighted those blue, blue eyes, and-
There-
The shutter flickered, just once, but he knew right then that the shot had been perfect. Roxas looked like an angel, and the irony was not lost on Axel.
Axel looked up at Roxas with something more than affection, something more than just his growing adoration for the younger boy.
It wouldn’t be until much, much later that he would realize that, in a single moment, he’d fallen in love.
Title: Raindrops
Pairing: AkuRoku, gen
Summary: Roxas doesn't want to leave, but he has to.
Notes: --
A black gloved hand rests on a black jacketed shoulder. Raindrops come down in torrents, tapping out their syncopated rhythms against empty buildings and empty bodies. Two figures stand perfectly still, at an impasse; they balance at the edge to a knife, prepared to topple.
The fingers on the shoulder tighten, and unseen eyes clench shut. Not a word is spoken, but he knows he has lost. He tastes defeat and misses the disappointment that should accompany it. Cold lips move, a whisper in the torrent.
“Fine. You win.”
The hand pulls away, leaving the shoulder exposed and its owner abandoned. Darkness swirls and recedes, and the street is empty but for the single figure in the midst of it and the raindrops from the sky. Shielded by a leather cloak (as much a mark of his shame as his pride), cold blue eyes burn with tears that don’t truly exist.
Three words, unheard, too late to matter, are spoken to the rain.
“No. I don’t.”
Darkness appears to carry its other liege, and Roxas walks away.
He finds, later, that he misses the cold of the raindrops. It’s better than nothing.
Title: Tactics
Pairing: AkuRoku
Summary: Roxas fights very dirty sometimes.
Notes: HAHA. This was the first AkuRoku I ever wrote, which is my excuse for it being spectacularly bad.
I knew it. This would be the time that I would finally beat Roxas. The fact that the kid had beat me every single time previous notwithstanding, I was ready this time. I could beat him. He was almost a foot shorter than me, anyways.
“That’s it,” I said to his face as his stance tightened, getting ready to launch himself at me again. But I was prepared for it. “Friend or not, you’re going down!”
“I’m sorry, Axel,” he said softly, and was he... laughing? “I really didn’t want to do this, but you leave me no choice.”
He ran straight toward me, dodging my first blow but landing right next to me, easily within reach. Was he stupid? All I needed to do was turn and... swing... and... uh.
Roxas was far too close. His hand was on my shoulder and his eyes were blue and soft and his face was so close. What was I about to do....? I had no idea. This was entirely too distracting. Pleasantly so.
And then he kissed my cheek and my entire brain flew between elation and a flicker of disappointment. The disappointment was squashed, though, in favor of the mantra Roxas is kissing me Roxas is kissing me Roxas is kissing me. His lips were soft and warm and his eyelashes fluttered against my face as his eyes closed.
I’m struggling to remember how to breathe properly.
He pulls away and my skin feels chilled, a shiver racing straight down my spine. But it lets me think a little clearer - just a little - and I realized that something wasn’t adding up.
One of his hands is on my shoulder. And the other one is -
“I win,” Roxas murmured.
The other hands was pressing a keyblade into my back, just barely avoiding piercing through the jacket. It was almost painful, actually, and I wondered why I had been so oblivious to it.
Oh. Right. Because he was kissing me.
Roxas pulled away entirely and I glared and his victorious smirk. “That isn’t fair,” I growled.
Roxas shrugged. “How can you say that? Everything’s fair. There are no rules.”
I really hated that boy sometimes. Though, at that moment, ‘hating’ him included the incessant impulse to push him against that wall and finish what he’d started, though a little less chaste. He was already walking away, though, so I settled for glaring at him.
I hated losing to Roxas. But if he was going to use that tactic again...
Sure, why not?
Title: Text Message
Pairing: AkuRoku
Summary: Roxas gets a text.
Notes: This is basically a scene from Loveless. There's more to this, but as the next part was incomplete I only posted this.
Roxas shut the shower off with a frustrated sigh, resisting the urge to hit his head on the hard tile wall. He had been trying, in vain, to think of something other than Axel ever since the man had left. Two hours ago. He was starting to lose hope.
Thoughts of the flirtatious redhead that had begun stalking him two weeks ago had taken up the better part of Roxas’s waking hours (and, he hated to admit, a fair amount of his sleeping hours as well) ever since their first chance encounter. He was starting to get tired of it, really, and very annoyed with the part of him that wanted Axel around all of the time. It made him distinctly uncomfortable - he wasn’t a schoolgirl, and he wasn’t supposed to obsess, but that was exactly what was happening.
Realizing that he was still standing in the cooling shower stall, he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist and grabbed another one to hastily towel-dry his hair.
“I love your hair. It looks like you just got out of bed, but in a good way. A very good way.”
Roxas blushed a little at the memory of Axel’s words, and then, briefly, considered killing himself because he was blushing, dammit.
He jumped a little when his cell phone jingled on the bathroom counter, his eyes fixing on the small screen on the front. Leaving one hand on the towel he was drying his hair with, he grabbed the cell phone.
1 new text
From: Axel
Roxas rolled his eyes even as his stomach did a strange half-somersault. He should have known. He flipped the phone open with his thumb.
Roxy,
Don’t I get a goodnight kiss? ;)
Roxas choked and blushed at the same time, staring at the screen.
“He’s kidding, right?” He asked nothing at all. Nothing answered him, so Roxas answered himself. “He’s not kidding.” If his hands weren’t already occupied, Roxas would have buried his head in his hands. It felt like the right thing to do at the moment. “That idiot.”
He stared at the screen for a moment, feeling the urge to do something stupid and impulsive come on. He dreaded it, because he’d never been very good at resisting the urge to be stupid and impulsive.
Feeling distinctly stupid, he pressed a kiss to the screen.
DEAR LORD THAT'S IT.
Actually, that's all I thought worthwhile to post. And it's only the Axel/Roxas centric stuff. I have even more Sora/Riku, and some of a few other genres.
When I said I had a lot of fic, I had a lot of fic.
Ah, well. It's all here now.
It's also be a lot of shit. Bear with me. I write a LOT of AkuRoku.
Title: Daggers
Pairing: AkuRoku and Larxene/Olette. Yeah, really.
Summary: Drabble. "My girlfriend could kick your boyfriend's ass."
Notes: This is complete and utter crack masquerading as a valid drabble.
Olette beamed. “Don’t worry about it, Roxy, Axel doesn’t dare piss you off too badly. I don’t know if he’s ever lived without sex for more than a week and I doubt he wants to try.”
Roxas gave a her a furious glare and Olette squeaked and ran behind her girlfriend. “Larxene, don’t let Roxas kill me,” she whimpered.
Larxene just raised an eyebrow, but somehow implied the threat of sharp daggers imbedded in his flesh. Roxas backed off.
“You’re going soft, Larxene,” Axel taunted from the doorway. Larxene laughed a little and turned.
“Oh, really?” She said. There was a few seconds of staring before a pocket knife flew across the room, about an inch from Axel’s head, and imbedded itself, quivering, in the wall. “Still think I’m going soft?”
“Sure I do. You missed.” Axel ducked as another sharp knife went flying, just barely avoiding being stabbed in the eye.
Across the room, Olette leaned against the wall next to Roxas and they watched the show. “My girlfriend can kick your boyfriend’s ass,” she whispered.
Roxas said nothing, in part because she was probably right.
Title: Apologies
Pairing: AkuRoku-ish.
Summary: My heart... just wouldn't be in it, you know? Haven't got one. Post-KH 2
Notes: --
Sora sat on the dock, staring out into the waves as the rippled in, lapping the shore before they
retreated again. Over, and over, a steady heartbeat of the island, the steady sound that - along
with the scent of sea air and the distant cry of gulls - meant home.
(Except it didn’t; in the back of his mind, a voice that was his own and was not said that salty-sweet ice cream and sunsets and eyes of the deepest green meant home. And maybe it was right, in a way.)
He sensed Kairi’s presence before he saw her, but he didn’t say anything until she lay a hand on
his shoulder. They stood like that for a second, silent, listening.
“What’re you thinking about?” Kairi asked - softly, trying not to disturb the peace.
Sora was silent for a second. “Axel,” he said, without thinking about it too much, and even as he
said it, it was true. He had gotten used to it; had learned that nearly all of 'Roxas’s’ thoughts
revolved around either Axel, Hayner, Pence, or Olette. Usually Axel. (It was odd; it was not so
much having a voice in his mind as having his own mind turn to thoughts, memories, that were
not fully his own. He didn’t know how to describe it.)
Kairi sat down next to him, letting her legs dangle over the edge of the dock. “Why?” She asked,
with only a trace of bitterness.
She didn’t know, he realized. He had recounted most of what had happened over his journeys to
Riku, including Axel’s death (a piece of his heart twisted), but Kairi had just shook her said and
said she was just glad he was back.
He owed her an apology, though. Or at least an explanation.
Tell Kairi... I’m sorry.
Tell her yourself!
Naw. My heart... just wouldn’t be in it, you know? Haven’t got one.
“Sora?” Kairi said. “Why were you thinking about Axel?”
“He said he was sorry, you know,” Sora said suddenly. “About... kidnaping you.”
Kairi blinked. “Oh,” she said softly. She paused. “Why’d he do it?” She asked. “I mean...” she
trailed off for a minute, then said, “He said that he was missing someone that he cared about...
just like me. Who?”
“Roxas.” Sora said. He didn’t even think about it; Axel’d said himself that Roxas was the only one he cared about.
“What?” Kairi said, sounding startled. “Roxas... Roxas was your nobody, right? Like Naminé
was mine. What did he have to do with Axel?”
“They were best friends,” Sora said. A million memories came to him with these words, memories of light fighting alongside flame and hollow emptiness touched by one small light - pierced by green eyes, memories of a friendship that logic said was impossible. “They... I... Roxas... left,” Sora said, still unsure what had happened. Riku knew, but he would not say, and Sora was not sure he wanted to know. “Axel was trying to get him back by turning me into a heartless again, but he
knew he couldn’t actually defeat me-“ a cocky smirk touched Sora’s face at that - “So he went
through you.”
“Oh,” Kairi said. Another long silence went by, and Kairi closed her eyes, assaulted by her own
memories (but not truly her own, really); memories of captivity, of fear that was not truly fear
because it couldn’t be, and of the one who tore it all down - both her captor and her savior.
“What... happened to him?”
“He... faded,” Sora said, unsure if “died’ was the right word.
The meaning is the same. He’s gone.
“When? Where?” Kairi gasped, and then saw the pained look on Sora’s face. “Sorry,” she
whispered. “But...”
“He... destroyed himself,” Sora said, and realized the irony even as he did. Nothing, no one,
could destroy the flames until they burned themselves out. “Trying to protect Roxas.”
Damn it, Axel.
You didn’t have to protect me.
Didn’t a year of kicking your ass teach you anything? I can take care of myself.
“Sora?” Kairi asked softly. “Are you alright?”
Sora wiped at his eyes, brushing away tears that were not really his. “Yeah. I’m... fine.”
Kairi smiled a little, and for just a moment - maybe a trick of the light off of the ocean - her hair looked more blonde than red. She stared out into the ocean. “Roxas,” she said softly. “Tell Axel that... I’m sorry for the way things turned out.” He didn’t ask how he was going to tell Axel. They both knew. In the next life... sometime. Because they’d promised.
“And tell him thank you,” she whispered, one voice and one heart but two souls behind the words. “For... everything.”
“I’ll tell him,” Roxas said. “For both of us.”
Kairi looked over suddenly, but only caught a flash of blond hair before it was just Sora again, the shadows in his blue eyes the only evidence of Roxas.
They sat there for a long time, listening to the whisper of the waves syncopate with the beat of their hearts.
Title: Hey Juliet
Pairing: AkuRoku
Summary: Roxas hated it when Axel was right. He really did.
Notes: This is incomplete and stupid, but I like the dialogue =P
Roxas thumbed through his textbook, looking for the answers to his worksheet without any real enthusiasm. His stomach was tying itself in knots, and he was finding it hard to care about anything to do with school.
His parents would kill him if they knew about his... friendship?.... with Axel. It was well known that he was part of the ‘gang’ that called themselves The Organization, and he’d been told many times over not to associate with ‘troublemakers’ like them.
He should probably care more that Axel was in a gang than he did. He was almost disturbed by how apathetic he was about the whole thing. (Or maybe he was disturbed by the fact that he wanted to know the redhead so desperately he would overlook almost anything short of murder.)
He groaned and turned up his music in an attempt to drown out his thoughts.
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Axel was getting annoyed. He knew Roxas was home - sheltered little nerd that he was, of course he wouldn’t realize all the potential of a Saturday night, plus his bedroom light was on - but ten minutes of throwing progressively larger rocks at his window was yielding nothing.
He wished he had gotten Roxas’s phone number, but, barring that, he would need something a little more attention-getting.
His eyes landed on a stick, and an idea formed in his mind.
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Roxas was distracted from his long-abandoned homework by a bright flash of light at his window, accompanied by a thump that was barely audible over his blasting music.
What the hell? Is someone throwing stuff at my house? Worried, and prepared to call the police, he opened his curtains.
Axel was standing in the middle of his lawn, trademark smirk in place and a lighter in his hand. Roxas blinked, and opened his window. “The hell are you doing here?”
“Come to fetch you, fair maiden,” Axel said, with more than a trace of sarcasm. “I figured you wouldn’t have anything better to on a Saturday night than come to a party over at Larxene’s.”
Roxas raised an eyebrow. “And if I did have plans?”
Axel mirror his expression right back at him. “You’d already be doing them. But it’s only 11:30, Roxy, the night is still young.”
Roxas opened his mouth to object to the nickname, and then promptly gave up. “Fine. But my parents are never going to let me go out. They’re already asleep.”
Axel snorted. “Makes sneaking out that much easier.”
Roxas’s eyes got very wide at this. “No. No way.”
“What, never snuck out before, Roxy? Did you even have a life before me?”
“I had a life. It was one that involved not breaking the law. Have you ever heard of something called curfew?”
“No.” There was a moment’s silence after this, as Roxas formulated another argument.
“My parents would kill me.”
“What they don’t know won’t hurt them. Come on, Roxas. From the way you’re talking, it’s like you don’t want to spend time with me.”
Roxas opened his mouth, and closed it. “I have to go right past their room to get out the front door.”
“Who said anything about the door?” Axel asked, opening his arms in an obvious invitation to jump.
“No fucking way I’m jumping into your arms, Axel.”
“Aw, why not? I’ll catch you.” Axel looked genuinely disappointed.
“One, it’s cliche, which means something is bound to go wrong. Two, I don’t trust you in the least.”
“That hurts, Roxy. Truly. But fine. Waltz down the hallway and get busted by your mom halfway out the door. Let’s see what she thinks of the Organization member out front waiting for you, hm?”
Roxas’s eyes narrowed. “I hate you. Maybe I just won’t go with you, ever thought of that?”
“You can’t resist me, Roxy.” He opened his arms again. “Come on. Jump.”
Roxas hated it when Axel was right. He really did.
Title: Frustration
Pairing: AkuRoku
Summary: Axel chose an inconvenient time to grow a conscience.
Notes: This was supposed to be longer. A lot longer. I might write the rest someday.
Axel was about five seconds from pounding his head on the nearest wall.
‘Think about something other than Roxas. Think about anything other than Roxas. Roxas's face, the way he looked when he was close enough to kiss Axel and there was something like awe in his eyes - something other than Roxas, right.'
Demyx walked in the front door and halted at the sight of his roommate leaning against their couch, a hand clapped over his face. He spent a couple seconds evaluating the situation, and then said simply, “You’re either hung over or frustrated. Water and some advil might do something about the first, Roxas might do something about the second.”
Axel could just hear the smirk in Demyx’s voice at the last sentence. He entertained a brief, pleasant fantasy of torching his roommate with a flamethrower. “Fuck off,” he growled.
“And as it’s four in the afternoon, and you don’t seem to be in pain at the sound of my voice, I’m guessing the second,” He concluded.
‘Oh, your voice hurts, alright.’ “Demyx.” Axel snapped. “Shut. The hell. Up.”
“Geez, fine, you’re not touchy at all.” Demyx paused for a moment. “Don’t tell me you haven’t done anything with him yet? You’ve wanted this guy for months. Hasn’t he take the hint yet?”
“What do you think?” Axel snapped. “He’s sixteen, for God’s sake. I could get arrested for making a move on him. I probably would, too, because his brother wouldn’t hesitate to call the police on me.”
“You’ve never cared if something was illegal or not before,” Demyx pointed out.
“We all have to grow up sometime.” Axel finally removed his hand from his eyes and looked up at Demyx. “Leave me alone.”
Title: Games
Pairing: AkuRoku
Summary: Axel and Roxas play video games.
Notes: I write a lot of stuff that is almost all dialogue. I'm very bad at plots. (Kind of a prequel to previous drabble... I think.)
Axel lounged on the couch, watching Roxas playing a game on the Playstation. “I feel like a babysitter.”
“Shut up, Axel,” Roxas said distractedly, most of his mind on the pixels flashing around onscreen. Axel rolled his eyes and said nothing, continuing to watch Roxas more than the game itself. “You’re staring at me,” Roxas observed.
Axel shrugged as best as he could while laying down. ‘You’re gorgeous.’ “Your hair looks like a highlighted porcupine,” he said dryly and completely without his brain’s consent. “It’s fascinating.” ‘That’s not exactly what I was going to say, but it’s probably better that way.’
“And your hair looks like a lethal weapon. Why won’t this thing fucking die?” Roxas snapped, presumably at whatever he was fighting in the game. Axel still wasn’t paying much attention.
Depressing music began to play and the screen faded to black, the words “GAME OVER” flashing up on the screen. “Argh!” Roxas yelled, throwing the controller at the floor.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Axel exclaimed. “Watch the controllers!”
“Sorry,” Roxas grumbled, sinking into a sulk. Axel almost immediately felt guilty, though he wasn’t sure why.
‘The kid just threw my controller at the ground and I feel guilty? Alright, this little crush is getting way out of hand.’
“Just don’t take your frustration out on the controllers. It’s not their fault you’re so terrible,” he taunted. His mouth was having a great deal of fun running away without consent from his mind.
Roxas immediately stopped sulking and instead looked offended. Axel couldn’t help feeling relieved. “You are going down for that,” Roxas said, picking up the controller from where he had thrown it.
Axel snorted. “Like you could take me.”
“Oh, on here I could,” Roxas said slyly. “Catch.” Axel caught the remote that came flying at him with a smirk.
“Bring it on, shorty.”
Title: Home
Pairing: AkuRoku
Summary: Axel comes back from a trip. Mindless fluff ensues.
Notes: This is actually pretty much stand-alone. I wonder why I never posted this before...?
Roxas was still asleep, backlit by the dim light that came in the window.
Axel leaned against the door frame, his eyes on the sleeping boy in his bed. "Well, this is a nice way to come home," he said dryly. Roxas didn't even stir.
Axel sighted and walked over to his bed, deciding to forego getting out of his day clothes in favor of curling up next to his boyfriend and getting a few hours of sleep. He sat down in the side of his bed, which shifted under his weight. "Roxas," Axel said. He pushed at the blond's shoulder. "Roxas, move over.”
Roxas opened his eyes blearily. A small smile lit his face. "You're home," he whispered, his voice heavy with sleep.
Axel smiled despite himself. "Yeah, I'm back. And I want to sleep in my own bed, so move over."
Roxas obliged, wrapping an arm around Axel as he lay down. "I missed you," Roxas whispered affectionately in Axel's ear.
"You, too," Axel said, already half asleep as he rolled over to curl himself around Roxas. He hated to admit it, but he felt more at peace here, in Roxas's arms, than he had anywhere else for the past two months.
Within moments, both were fast asleep.
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Axel woke, too soon, to bright rays of sunlight streaming in the window and directly into his eyes. The rock-hard bed of the hotel had become softer overnight, and the bipolar heating system had finally seemed to stabilize into something that was not freezing or boiling. Beneath that, though, he had the irritating feeling one gets when they've forgotten a pleasant dream as soon as they wake.
And then he remembered that his hotel room faced south, not east, and that the bed he was laying on was so soft because it was his bed, his beloved water bed which he'd missed almost as much as his Roxas over the past two months.
He looked around to find a silent, messy room with evidences of Roxas's presence laying everywhere: Roxas's clothes draped over furniture, Roxas's hair gel on the dresser, right next to Roxas's cell phone. Somehow, the feeling that this was as much Roxas's home as his soothed him, and he felt the doubt that had grown without him noticing dissipate. Being away for so long was hard, especially when he was still waiting for Roxas to grow a brain and figure out that there were so many better people he could be with, people who wouldn't irritate him or hurt him like Axel did.
But, if nothing else, Axel knew Roxas would never, ever abandon his hair gel.
He was soaking in the feeling of being home when the door to the apartment closed with a familiar bang, and he turned to face the doorway to his room. A couple seconds later, Roxas appeared there holding two cups of coffee from the shop down at the corner.
"Good morning," Roxas said with a trace of humor. He walked over and set one of the cups of coffee on the bedside table.
Axel sat up and regarded the coffee, then Roxas, with mild awe. "You got me coffee?"
Roxas rolled his eyes. "Don't expect it to become a habit."
Axel returned with a wry smirk. "Of course not."
Roxas sat down on the side of the bed, which stirred under his weight, as Axel took a sip of the coffee (slightly cooler from the walk back to the apartment but otherwise none the worse for wear). As Axel lowered the styrofoam cup, he caught the expression on Roxas's face; forlorn, sad, a little lonely. It hurt to see Roxas look like that, and he wasn’t even sure what was making the blond so upset.
He opened his mouth to ask, but couldn't find any words. He watched Roxas stare at the floor for a second, and then set the coffee aside and put a hand on Roxas's shoulder, feeling a little awkward - he was no good at the "comfort" thing.
Roxas turned towards him, forcing his features into a fake smile, and Axel gave up trying to use words. He leaned over and kissed Roxas, for the first time in months (years, it seemed like), and he could taste the crappy organic coffee that Roxas loved so much, and his stubble scraped against Roxas's chin, and he knew he needed to brush his teeth, and it was completely and utterly perfect.
Roxas pulled away first and took a long, slow breath. "I really, really missed you," he murmured.
"Shut up," Axel murmured, and pulled him back to kiss him again.
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Axel appreciated the thought, but the coffee went cold.
Title: Paper
Pairing: AkuRoku
Summary: Roxas has a paper due. Axel really doesn't care.
Notes: More dialogue-centric stuff. I really need to work on writing plots.
Roxas leaned back, staring at the plastered white ceiling of his apartment. He drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair and sighed, glancing down at the blank computer screen before sighing again and moving his eyes back to the ceiling.
“If this paper is giving you so much trouble, why don’t you just do it later?” Axel asked hopefully. Roxas had been preoccupied by this stupid term paper for the better part of three hours, and Axel was starting to wonder why he was still here - though at this point, the options were either stay, stare longingly at Roxas, and be bored, or go home, miss Roxas, and still be bored.
Besides, the first option had the - albeit slim - possibility of Roxas giving up and actually paying attention to his boyfriend.
“It’s due in a week,” Roxas pointed out. “And I’ve hardly started.”
“Most people do these things the night before,” Axel countered. “And you have three pages written already.”
“Three pages of nothing, though. What the hell can you say about the evolution of democracy in ancient Greece?” Roxas groaned and leaned so far back in his chair Axel was sure that he was going to fall backwards. “God, my brain is going to explode.”
Axel sighed and got up from his spot lounging on the couch, stepping up behind Roxas and putting his hands on his shoulders. Ice-blue eyes looked up at him in question, and Axel, unable to resist, leaned down and pressed a brief kiss to his lips. “So take a break,” he whispered, his breath fanning out across Roxas’s face. “The paper isn’t going anywhere.”
“Mmmm,” Roxas hummed vaguely, his mind shifting between intense awareness of the warm hand tracing patterns on his waist and the feeling of Axel’s lips brushing his and a little voice that was screaming about how Axel was distracting him again.
The voice got stronger until, finally, Roxas reached down and grasped Axel’s hand, pulling it away from where it had been about to worm up his shirt. “Axel,” he warned.
“Roxas,” Axel said, dragging out the ‘a’ in what, coming from anyone else, might have been a whine. “I’ve been good, I haven’t touched you all day....”
“So be good for a little longer?” Roxas pleaded. “I need to get this paper done.” He said in a way that meant he had dug his heels in on this issue. Axel sighed and pulled away, missing the way the Roxas drooped a little when they were no longer touching. He glanced at the clock above the TV, which read ‘11:30 PM’ in bright neon green. At this rate, not only was he not going to get any sleep tonight, he wasn’t even going to get any sex out of the deal.
Giving up (for the moment), Axel went back to the couch and splayed himself out on it, picking up a random book from the coffee table and opening it just for something to do. At first he spent more time glancing at Roxas than actually reading, but the book was interesting enough to catch his attention. Interesting enough, in fact, that he didn’t even notice Roxas had moved until the book was pulled from his hands and a pair of lips were pressed to his.
“Already... done with your paper?” Axel mumbled, the surprise of the kiss and the sudden (and welcome) change of mood throwing him for a loop.
“Fuck the paper,” Roxas growled, settling himself on the couch so that he was straddling Axel. “I can’t concentrate now anyways.”
“Hmm,” Axel hummed, reaching up and tangling his hands in Roxas’s hair. “Good to know that I’m an effective distraction.” He pulled his boyfriend down for a searing kiss, and conversation effectively ended.
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Axel missed class the next day. Roxas ended up doing most of his paper the night before.
Neither of them minded.
Title: Phone Call
Pairing: One-sided AkuRoku
Summary: Axel drunk-dials Roxas.
Notes: I don't remember writing this. It might be in the same universe as "Frustration," but I can't be sure.
today. What possesed you to get piss-ass drunk now?" "You did."">Roxas blinked at the phone in his hand, wondering if there was some way he was hearing the wrong phone call; one from an insane asylum, maybe. But no; that was definitely Axel’s voice. He brought the phone back to his ear. “Axel, what the fuck?”
“You’re back!” Axel slurred. Roxas could nearly smell the alcohol. “You were quiet for so long, Roxy, I thought you’d diiieeed...”
“Don’t call me Roxy,” Roxas snapped. He brought a hand to his face. “Seriously, Axel. You have a final tomorrow - today. What possessed you to go get piss-ass drunk now?”
“You did,” Axel said, and he sounded a little more sober - or maybe just depressed. “You and your... stupid...”
“Me? Axel, what are you talking about?”
“You and your... straightness. It’s driving me insane.”
Roxas was about to hang up. “I- what? Axel, you know I’m straight. Is this some stupid attempt to get me to hook up with someone?”
Axel’s dry, slightly drunken chuckle came from the other end of the line. “Not unless that someone is me, Roxy,” he murmured.
“Don’t call me- wait, what?” Roxas’s eyes widened as he registered what Axel had said.
A long silence stretched over the line, and if it weren’t for the distant voices of what Roxas assumed was a bar he might have thought Axel had hung up. “Shit,” Axel said finally, and this time a click announced the tone of an empty line.
Roxas sat that way for a very long time, the pieces clicking into place one by one.
Not unless that someone is me, Roxy.
“I am an idiot,” Roxas said to the wall.
He could’ve sworn the white plaster agreed with him. It wouldn’t have been the most insane thing to happen that night.
Title: Photograph
Pairing: AkuRoku
Summary: Axel is determined to wait for the perfect shot.
Notes: WHY IS THIS SO SAPPY AND BAD.
Roxas squirmed on the couch, nervous under Axel’s unfaltering attention. He cast a glance at the tripod across the room that obscured half of the redhead.
“What should I do?” He finally exclaimed, tired of the tense silence.
Axel sighed in frustration and leaned against the wall behind him. “Nothing. You don’t have to do anything. Just sit.” I can’t imagine how you couldn’t be beautiful, he thought, but he bit his tongue.
Roxas rolled his eyes and leaned back in the love seat, extremely conscious of the camera pointed at him. He drew his knees up onto the couch and rested his chin on them, but he was tense.
“Relax,” Axel griped. This was why he didn’t often photograph people; the never looked genuine. Nature didn’t care if you stared at it for an hour, waiting for the perfect shot. People did.
But he waited anyways. He watched as Roxas slowly forgot that he was being watched and just looked out the window. It took nearly ten minutes before he let his guard down almost completely, and Axel had to pause, just for a moment, to marvel at how young Roxas looked when he wasn’t trying to be the angry teenager everyone assumed he was.
He waited a minute more, until the sun cast the light into the room in just the right way, so that it danced in his hair and cast the shadows just so and highlighted those blue, blue eyes, and-
There-
The shutter flickered, just once, but he knew right then that the shot had been perfect. Roxas looked like an angel, and the irony was not lost on Axel.
Axel looked up at Roxas with something more than affection, something more than just his growing adoration for the younger boy.
It wouldn’t be until much, much later that he would realize that, in a single moment, he’d fallen in love.
Title: Raindrops
Pairing: AkuRoku, gen
Summary: Roxas doesn't want to leave, but he has to.
Notes: --
A black gloved hand rests on a black jacketed shoulder. Raindrops come down in torrents, tapping out their syncopated rhythms against empty buildings and empty bodies. Two figures stand perfectly still, at an impasse; they balance at the edge to a knife, prepared to topple.
The fingers on the shoulder tighten, and unseen eyes clench shut. Not a word is spoken, but he knows he has lost. He tastes defeat and misses the disappointment that should accompany it. Cold lips move, a whisper in the torrent.
“Fine. You win.”
The hand pulls away, leaving the shoulder exposed and its owner abandoned. Darkness swirls and recedes, and the street is empty but for the single figure in the midst of it and the raindrops from the sky. Shielded by a leather cloak (as much a mark of his shame as his pride), cold blue eyes burn with tears that don’t truly exist.
Three words, unheard, too late to matter, are spoken to the rain.
“No. I don’t.”
Darkness appears to carry its other liege, and Roxas walks away.
He finds, later, that he misses the cold of the raindrops. It’s better than nothing.
Title: Tactics
Pairing: AkuRoku
Summary: Roxas fights very dirty sometimes.
Notes: HAHA. This was the first AkuRoku I ever wrote, which is my excuse for it being spectacularly bad.
I knew it. This would be the time that I would finally beat Roxas. The fact that the kid had beat me every single time previous notwithstanding, I was ready this time. I could beat him. He was almost a foot shorter than me, anyways.
“That’s it,” I said to his face as his stance tightened, getting ready to launch himself at me again. But I was prepared for it. “Friend or not, you’re going down!”
“I’m sorry, Axel,” he said softly, and was he... laughing? “I really didn’t want to do this, but you leave me no choice.”
He ran straight toward me, dodging my first blow but landing right next to me, easily within reach. Was he stupid? All I needed to do was turn and... swing... and... uh.
Roxas was far too close. His hand was on my shoulder and his eyes were blue and soft and his face was so close. What was I about to do....? I had no idea. This was entirely too distracting. Pleasantly so.
And then he kissed my cheek and my entire brain flew between elation and a flicker of disappointment. The disappointment was squashed, though, in favor of the mantra Roxas is kissing me Roxas is kissing me Roxas is kissing me. His lips were soft and warm and his eyelashes fluttered against my face as his eyes closed.
I’m struggling to remember how to breathe properly.
He pulls away and my skin feels chilled, a shiver racing straight down my spine. But it lets me think a little clearer - just a little - and I realized that something wasn’t adding up.
One of his hands is on my shoulder. And the other one is -
“I win,” Roxas murmured.
The other hands was pressing a keyblade into my back, just barely avoiding piercing through the jacket. It was almost painful, actually, and I wondered why I had been so oblivious to it.
Oh. Right. Because he was kissing me.
Roxas pulled away entirely and I glared and his victorious smirk. “That isn’t fair,” I growled.
Roxas shrugged. “How can you say that? Everything’s fair. There are no rules.”
I really hated that boy sometimes. Though, at that moment, ‘hating’ him included the incessant impulse to push him against that wall and finish what he’d started, though a little less chaste. He was already walking away, though, so I settled for glaring at him.
I hated losing to Roxas. But if he was going to use that tactic again...
Sure, why not?
Title: Text Message
Pairing: AkuRoku
Summary: Roxas gets a text.
Notes: This is basically a scene from Loveless. There's more to this, but as the next part was incomplete I only posted this.
Roxas shut the shower off with a frustrated sigh, resisting the urge to hit his head on the hard tile wall. He had been trying, in vain, to think of something other than Axel ever since the man had left. Two hours ago. He was starting to lose hope.
Thoughts of the flirtatious redhead that had begun stalking him two weeks ago had taken up the better part of Roxas’s waking hours (and, he hated to admit, a fair amount of his sleeping hours as well) ever since their first chance encounter. He was starting to get tired of it, really, and very annoyed with the part of him that wanted Axel around all of the time. It made him distinctly uncomfortable - he wasn’t a schoolgirl, and he wasn’t supposed to obsess, but that was exactly what was happening.
Realizing that he was still standing in the cooling shower stall, he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist and grabbed another one to hastily towel-dry his hair.
“I love your hair. It looks like you just got out of bed, but in a good way. A very good way.”
Roxas blushed a little at the memory of Axel’s words, and then, briefly, considered killing himself because he was blushing, dammit.
He jumped a little when his cell phone jingled on the bathroom counter, his eyes fixing on the small screen on the front. Leaving one hand on the towel he was drying his hair with, he grabbed the cell phone.
1 new text
From: Axel
Roxas rolled his eyes even as his stomach did a strange half-somersault. He should have known. He flipped the phone open with his thumb.
Roxy,
Don’t I get a goodnight kiss? ;)
Roxas choked and blushed at the same time, staring at the screen.
“He’s kidding, right?” He asked nothing at all. Nothing answered him, so Roxas answered himself. “He’s not kidding.” If his hands weren’t already occupied, Roxas would have buried his head in his hands. It felt like the right thing to do at the moment. “That idiot.”
He stared at the screen for a moment, feeling the urge to do something stupid and impulsive come on. He dreaded it, because he’d never been very good at resisting the urge to be stupid and impulsive.
Feeling distinctly stupid, he pressed a kiss to the screen.
DEAR LORD THAT'S IT.
Actually, that's all I thought worthwhile to post. And it's only the Axel/Roxas centric stuff. I have even more Sora/Riku, and some of a few other genres.
When I said I had a lot of fic, I had a lot of fic.
Ah, well. It's all here now.